"Don't get my hopes up..."

Everythings great (Kyle POV)

(Cred for the picture by "Oodle Doodle")
-This is my first time wiring a fic so it might not be too good lol :,)
-no smut
"()" -thinking
"()" -me
-99.9% fluff
-very small angst
-terrible writing skills

I wake up, the sunlight shines onto my face, it's quite calming. The room feels warm, the birds chirping a musical, I get up and see how frizzled my hair is. I groan in annoyance, "God damnit." What a great way to start my day. I brush my teeth thoroughly, I use some hair gel to keep my curls more manageable. I change into a clean pair of clothes, a white t-shirt and an orange jacket with some jeans and white socks (cuz nobody wants to see your feet).

"Bubba foods ready!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs. It feels so, nostalgic in a way. Like I'm back to 4th grade whenever I got ready for hellhole/school. My temper is still the same, that fatass still gets the rise out of me.

I walk downstairs with a soft smile on my face, my mother places a plate of eggs, waffles, and Aunt Jemima syrup on the table. My stomach growls with anticipation, I sit down and thank my mom before eating. I sigh contently, I check the time, it's "6:38" I don't start school until 7 o'clock. I finish up my breakfast and walk back upstairs into my room grabbing my backpack and grabbing my green hat, and putting on a pair of crocks. (they are hella comfortable and practical)

I wonder how Stan is doing, I've been thinking about him a lot recently tho I could never understand why? Maybe I'm just overthinking, I mean we have been best friends since 2nd grade, or well super best friends. I check my phone to see the time, it is "6:52" the bus should be here soon. I walk outside towards the bus stop and whistle as I wait. It's pretty awkward I'm not gonna lie.

-341 words (idk I've seen other writers do this🤷‍♀️)